Great Qin's army was strong and loved martial arts, and its laws were strict.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, a hundred schools of thought were contending, and literature was in full swing.
During the Warring States Period, the land was opened up.
The Great Qin Dynasty had been living in the western corner for generations and was called Manqin by the various countries!
The old Qin people were all unyielding men.
He was not wearing heavy armor, only armor!
On the battlefield, he was fearless!
Unfortunately, Old Qin was lacking in culture.
It was even more so when Wei Yang entered Qin.
A valiant song of Old Qin, singing for hundreds of years in the face of national disaster.
The Book of Songs, Chu Ci, Li Sao…
Right now, it was still an ancient poem.
It referred to the poetry forms formed before the Tang Dynasty that were less restricted by the rules of rhyme. There were four-character, five-character, six-character, and seven-character styles.
Roughly rhyme, do not pay attention to flat tone, the number of sentences is not limited.
Therefore, when Meng Yi heard the poem that Chu Jun casually recited, he was filled with admiration!
It was simple and clear.
Every sentence carried a unique aura of natural purity!
"I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky…"
"I look up at the bright moon, I look down and miss my hometown…"
Qin Shihuang looked at Chu Jun blankly.
They were extremely shocked!
He had never heard of this poem before!
It was simple and clear, and it was filled with a strong sense of homesickness.
"Young man, are you homesick?"
Chu Jun glanced at him in annoyance.
He had been trapped here for three years!
How could he not miss home?
This was a godforsaken place!
He once looked up at the sky. It was clear and blue, and the world was spotless, like a painting.
There were no planes!
There were no ships!
There were no signs of human activity!
Chu Jun had also wanted to build a ship to escape, but the waves were rolling and the sea was roaring.
He had tried three times, but all of them ended in failure!
Then, he began to observe the movements of the ocean currents.
He was preparing to escape from the deserted island!
Now that they had three free laborers, perhaps this plan could be brought forward!
"If you can get out, I can help you find your family!”
Qin Shi Huang was extremely certain.
He rarely made promises.
"If I could get out, would I need your help?”
Chu Jun pursed his lips.
What couldn't be solved with a phone call?
Need to find him?
“……”
Qin Shihuang's face darkened.
This brat!
The cave was very deep.
For the past three years, Chu Jun, who had nothing better to do, would dig in.
The bed was relatively simple.
It was made of bamboo and the bed sheet was made of sheepskin.
The blanket was also made of sheepskin.
There were no ferocious wild animals on the deserted island.
The fiercest ones were the wild monkeys.
Then there were the old goats.
Chu Jun didn't spend much effort to raise these old goats.
"Kid, where are we sleeping?"
Wang Ben, who had just finished washing the dishes, looked sullen.
Chu Jun pointed at the other beds in the bedroom.
There were weeds and sheepskin on it.
Usually, it was where he placed his sundries, so it was okay for him to make do with sleeping for a night.
Qin Shihuang smiled bitterly.
What an interesting kid.
He was used to living a luxurious life and had not slept on such a simple and hard bed for a long time.
……
In the darkness.
Wang Ben looked sullen.
He and Meng Yi naturally did not have the right to sleep on the same bed as Qin Shihuang.
Therefore, they could only sleep on the ground now.
" Your Majesty, this child is very talented!!"
Meng Yi couldn't fall asleep.
Qin Shihuang also couldn't sleep.
It was so painful!
"Hmm?"
"The poem that I casually recited just now has extraordinary meaning!”
Meng Yi's eyes were burning with determination.
"If it can be used by Great Qin, it will be enough to benefit thousands of generations!”
"If we can promote this small linen paper and make it as cheap as he said, our Great Qin's literary industry will definitely prosper!”
"5,000 catties of potatoes per mu, fragrant, glutinous, delicious, suitable for vegetables and grain!”
"Three thousand catties of rice per mu can also grow in the dead land. The grains are as bright as pearls! There must be a secret hidden on this child!”
"Yes."
Qin Shihuang nodded.
He lay down and looked at the cave.
Although Meng Yi was also from the Feudal Lords, he was not pedantic and exuded the blood of an old Qin man.
The three generations of the Meng family had received the emperor's favor.
Spreading linen paper was enough to make bamboo slips and silk become history!
The remnants of the Six Nations had secretly colluded with the Hundred Schools of Scholars to maliciously attack Great Qin.
There were no scholars and sages in the Great Qin Dynasty!
As long as the linen paper was pushed out, who would dare to say anything?
This small piece of paper could carry the culture of hundreds of schools!
He no longer needed complicated bamboo slips or expensive silk!
This was a feat that could change the literary world!
Enlighten the people!
It was not too much to become a Saint!
If everyone feels that it's fun, give me some flowers or evaluation tickets ~ Do you have monthly votes or tips? If there was, author fungus would continue to post more updates today!
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]